Page 50 of Fate Unchained

She woke to Kyril’s teeth grazing up the nape of her neck. Lilah gasped and pressed into him. While they slept, she’d half turned onto her stomach, and now Kyril had her tucked under him, his massive body mounting hers. His teeth nibbled again, and need slammed through her.

She was on fire, desire licking through her veins. Her fingers dug into the blankets, and she arched her back under him in a silent invitation.

“I want you, Lilah.” His hand ran up from her hip to her ribs, where her bodice started. “I want you under me while I fill you. Right now.” He paused, and his fingers trailed along the edge of her bodice. “Tell me what you want.”

She reached back and unlaced the side. “If you’re fully healed, I want you to keep going.” She hesitated. “Did you rest long enough?”

“Yes. You healed me.” The smattering of fur on his chest tickled her back as he moved to bring her hips under his. “Now I’m going to thank you.”

He purred, a rich, seductive sound, and she arched under him again. He groaned and drew back. With one motion, he slipped her bodice free, then sliced her knickers off.

He nibbled at the small of her back, then moved up, nipping and sucking along her spine. It felt more like an ancient courtship. Like he was priming her to respond. Moving her into position.

And she wanted to get into place. She wanted him to keep going.

Desire kicked low in her abdomen, and when she rolled farther onto her stomach, she could feel how wet she already was between her thighs. Kyril growled low, and his tongue teased her neck. His motions were slow, languid, as he inched to fully move behind her. A slow dance between them, him leading her to where they both wanted to go.

With each stroke of his tongue, each nibble, she eased more onto her front, presenting herself to him. Inviting him.

Her blood was like molten fire, surging, then ebbing. Desperate for more. She throbbed. This was what people wrote about. Something surged inside her, an instinct, a whisper, of what to do next.

She got onto all fours and tilted her hips up.

Kyril growled a ragged, claiming note and pulled her under him, lining her hips with his. His teeth at her neck were hungry now, grazing, nipping. His cock pressed at her sex.

He gripped her hips, and his teeth scraped at her nape again. She gasped, and her limbs relaxed.

He surged forward and entered her.

Pleasure, tinged with almost too much pressure. Lilah cried out. Her fingers dug into the blankets. He pumped and moved deeper, his strokes strong and eager. As if he couldn’t wait any longer to get all the way inside.

His breathing was ragged. He was fully on top of her now, his claws curling into the blankets next to her hands. One more thrust and he pushed himself all the way inside her, then paused. His chest heaved against her back, and he settled into place, slotting them fully together.

Having him inside her like this … Desire swirled through her, but something else, something stronger pulled her under. He was hers. Rune on her chest or not.

His hips dipped, and he withdrew. She keened until he thrust and buried himself inside her again. His mouth was on her neck, licking, biting at her shoulder as he began thrusting in earnest.

Kyril.

Heavens above. She had no words. All she could do was moan. Pleasure built with each stroke. He seemed to be trying to get deeper. To glide along all the spots inside her desperate for his cock. “More. More,” she whispered.

He moved to hold her in place and intensified his pace.

She lost track of time. All she knew was how he pushed her closer and closer to the edge, until she crashed over it. She saw sparks. Whirls of color. She cried out and trembled.

He pumped faster. Harder. The base of his cock swelled, pressing at her to enter and join them together. As she coasted on her release, she held her breath, waiting.

She didn’t wait long.

Kyril’s thighs spread hers wider. He changed his angle behind her, and thrust.

“Kyril!”

His knot was so much. So full. But also … perfect.

He pumped again, and notched into place, her body molding around him. He groaned, and his cock pulsed. Hot release shot deep inside her. He nudged his hips, and Lilah catapulted over the cliff again, another climax joining his.

Kyril had to put an arm around her to hold her up. She was clenching around him, and her limbs were slack with pleasure. He lowered her softly to the blankets, keeping his weight off her, but his body still curled over hers. He throbbed inside her, and the friction stirred them both to chase pleasure again and again.

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